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I couldn’t resist it.
“Do not cum.”
It was an order she would not disobey. She knew better. She also knew how difficult that order would be. But wasn’t that half the fun?
I kneeled on the ground, bringing my mouth to that delectable bit of heaven that called to me. My tongue found that moist heat and licked, laved, and curled around her tender, plump folds, finding the decadent taste that was only hers within its hidden depths.
The swollen nub of her clit met the tip of my tongue and her back arched. Her breath gasped, and her voice choked on a barely stifled sob of want. I chuckled against her pussy, enjoying the way the vibrations rippled from my lips to her lower ones and made her hands fist beside her head.
Meredith was an incredible sub. When she wanted to be. That switch energy could be fun, but I preferred her just like this. Compliant. Open. And already shaking with the need to cum beneath my touch.
I licked and laved, tasted and titillated until she was trembling, and her whimpers turned to cries of pleasure.
“More,” I commanded, diving back into her heat and sliding two fingers back into her pussy. That spot on the front wall of her pussy had swollen, telling me just how close she really was.
“Please, Mister! Please, let me cum!” she begged so beautifully.
“No.” The word was definite, irrefutable.
“Please!” It was sweet music to my ears.
I stood, wiping her juices from my lips and chin.
“Open.” She dutifully opened her mouth to my fingers, and I groaned at how it felt, feeling the same sensation on my cock as though she were sucking herself off of the head of my cock instead of the tips of my finger. “Good girl!” I praised, renewing my efforts against that g-spot.
I watched, enraptured, as she mewled around my fingers and her pussy leaked more and more of that sweetness out for me. I could feel the way she tightened.
“Please!” she cried out around the digits, still keeping her tongue hostage.
“No,” I pushed. Her pussy fluttered around my fingers. She was close. Almost too close. A most dangerous game, indeed.
I pulled my hand away from her pussy and gave it a smack. The sound echoed around the room as she gasped and then groaned lewdly. Christ, she was fun.
“Again,” I commanded, the heel of my hand making circles against her clit.
Her sweetness pooled down lower, sliding over the entrance to her ass, and I couldn’t help it.
I removed my fingers from her mouth and let them join in on the darker delights of pleasure.
“So needy, aren’t we, brat?” I teased, letting the pad of my thumb circle over her back entrance. I chuckled at the way she quivered and clenched in response.
“Please let me cum!” She was almost sobbing with the need for her release, and I felt drunk on it.
“Not yet,” I played further. “My, my, so easily tamed tonight, aren’t we, brat? Where is all that fire, all that sass now?” I almost felt her growl more than heard it. She could growl all she wanted; I was in control here. Growling may have been much more aligned with Malachi’s particular predilections, but damn it all, if a sub growling wasn’t a fucking turn on.
With a quick smack to her clit again, I kept her under my control.
“Be a good girl, and perhaps you’ll get to cum,” I reminded her, holding her pussy lips open with one hand and strumming the bud of her clit with my fingertips.
“Oh god! No, I’m going to —”
“The fuck you are!” Three light slaps to her inner thighs and my fingers went right back to playing her like an instrument I had mastered.
“Please.” Her voice wasn’t shouting, it was sobbing. It was exquisite.
“You want to cum, little brat?” I asked, and she nodded. Faster and faster, my fingers played over her clit. “Have you learned your lesson?” She nodded again, playing into the role we had begun with. “Have you earned it?” I teased further. She nodded; her hands fisted into the sheets that covered the bed.
I lowered my head, increasing my pace on her over-sensitized clit, and commanded her.
